More songs by The Black Keys
Description
The record is stuck in my head, and the needle stubbornly refuses to skip to the next track. The same farewell, the same look - as if my memory has decided to play an endless loop, with no “stop” button.
The music here sounds like spinning around in a closed corridor: sometimes memories of stupid words, sometimes pain in my temples, sometimes another attempt to escape from the labyrinth that I myself have built.
The result is a story about how the past becomes the DJ of the evening - playing only one song, while the heart, alas, continues to dance to it.